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