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