You have your tasks for the day
You have your tasks for the day
Let me guess, you want them
You had my food, now you have me
You can't and will not escape
I hear she's dying for two cocks at once
Hit that fucking high pitch note
I want performance, not excuses
I texted your mom to let you stay longer
Apple picking and stepbro dicking
Husband couldn't fill that hole
Your holes want it
Let the pussy feel neglected
Will you still call me after?