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