The couch doesn't have this comfort
The couch doesn't have this comfort
I hear she's dying for two cocks at once
You can't and will not escape
I want performance, not excuses
Hit that fucking high pitch note
I texted your mom to let you stay longer
Let the pussy feel neglected
Will you still call me after?
Husband couldn't fill that hole
Apple picking and stepbro dicking
Your holes want it
You had my food, now you have me
Let me guess, you want them
So you never had real pussy before?
Special treatment for special privileges