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