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