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