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