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