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