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