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