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