Many clients, none like you
Many clients, none like you
Will you still call me after?
Hit that fucking high pitch note
You had my food, now you have me
Apple picking and stepbro dicking
You can't and will not escape
Husband couldn't fill that hole
I want performance, not excuses
Your holes want it
I hear she's dying for two cocks at once
I texted your mom to let you stay longer
Let the pussy feel neglected
Let me guess, you want them