Without any imperfection
Without any imperfection
I texted your mom to let you stay longer
Will you still call me after?
Let me guess, you want them
Let the pussy feel neglected
You had my food, now you have me
Your holes want it
So you never had real pussy before?
I want performance, not excuses
I hear she's dying for two cocks at once
Husband couldn't fill that hole
Special treatment for special privileges
You can't and will not escape
Apple picking and stepbro dicking
Hit that fucking high pitch note