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