I'm gonna be what you want me to be
I'm gonna be what you want me to be
I texted your mom to let you stay longer
Let me guess, you want them
Hit that fucking high pitch note
You had my food, now you have me
Let the pussy feel neglected
You can't and will not escape
I hear she's dying for two cocks at once
Will you still call me after?
Husband couldn't fill that hole
I want performance, not excuses
Your holes want it
Apple picking and stepbro dicking