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