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