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