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