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