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