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