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