An excuse to get along better
An excuse to get along better
You had my food, now you have me
So you never had real pussy before?
Husband couldn't fill that hole
Special treatment for special privileges
Words are lost too
Will you still call me after?
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
I want performance, not excuses
Happy fucking birthday, bitch!