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