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