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