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