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