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