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