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