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