Spread and pull to make it count
Spread and pull to make it count
I texted your mom to let you stay longer
Will you still call me after?
Husband couldn't fill that hole
Hit that fucking high pitch note
Let me guess, you want them
I want performance, not excuses
Your holes want it
Apple picking and stepbro dicking
Let the pussy feel neglected
You had my food, now you have me
You can't and will not escape
I hear she's dying for two cocks at once