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