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