It exists to be filled
It exists to be filled
Will you still call me after?
Husband couldn't fill that hole
Words are lost too
You had my food, now you have me
So you never had real pussy before?
Happy fucking birthday, bitch!
I want performance, not excuses
I texted your mom to let you stay longer
Apple picking and stepbro dicking
Special treatment for special privileges
I hear she's dying for two cocks at once
Your holes want it