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