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