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