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