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