I think about you in that way
I think about you in that way
Will you still call me after?
I texted your mom to let you stay longer
Husband couldn't fill that hole
I hear she's dying for two cocks at once
I want performance, not excuses
Apple picking and stepbro dicking
Let me guess, you want them
Your holes want it
Let the pussy feel neglected
You can't and will not escape
Hit that fucking high pitch note