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