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