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