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