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