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