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