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