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