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