Proportions don't matter from the back
Proportions don't matter from the back
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?
Husband couldn't fill that hole
Apple picking and stepbro dicking
Your holes want it
Will you still call me after?
Hit that fucking high pitch note
Let the pussy feel neglected
I texted your mom to let you stay longer
You had my food, now you have me
I hear she's dying for two cocks at once