Maybe we were plotting this
Maybe we were plotting this
You had my food, now you have me
Special treatment for special privileges
I want performance, not excuses
Happy fucking birthday, bitch!
So you never had real pussy before?
I texted your mom to let you stay longer
I hear she's dying for two cocks at once
Words are lost too
Will you still call me after?
Husband couldn't fill that hole
Apple picking and stepbro dicking
Your holes want it