An impulse to rub you better
An impulse to rub you better
You had my food, now you have me
I want performance, not excuses
Husband couldn't fill that hole
I hear she's dying for two cocks at once
Let me guess, you want them
Special treatment for special privileges
You can't and will not escape
Let the pussy feel neglected
Hit that fucking high pitch note
Your holes want it
Will you still call me after?
So you never had real pussy before?
Apple picking and stepbro dicking
I texted your mom to let you stay longer