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