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