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