Fortune's in the follow up
Fortune's in the follow up
I texted your mom to let you stay longer
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
Let me guess, you want them
Hit that fucking high pitch note
Husband couldn't fill that hole
You can't and will not escape
So you never had real pussy before?
Special treatment for special privileges
Apple picking and stepbro dicking
I want performance, not excuses
Your holes want it