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