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