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