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