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