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