Guess it was meant to go in
Guess it was meant to go in
I want performance, not excuses
You had my food, now you have me
Apple picking and stepbro dicking
Special treatment for special privileges
I texted your mom to let you stay longer
I hear she's dying for two cocks at once
Happy fucking birthday, bitch!
Words are lost too
So you never had real pussy before?
Ola, housekeeping!
Husband couldn't fill that hole
Your holes want it