Solid creamy arguments
Solid creamy arguments
I texted your mom to let you stay longer
I hear she's dying for two cocks at once
Husband couldn't fill that hole
You had my food, now you have me
I want performance, not excuses
Let me guess, you want them
Will you still call me after?
Apple picking and stepbro dicking
You can't and will not escape
Hit that fucking high pitch note
Let the pussy feel neglected
Your holes want it