Guess it was meant to go in
Guess it was meant to go in
Special treatment for special privileges
Apple picking and stepbro dicking
Will you still call me after?
Happy fucking birthday, bitch!
Husband couldn't fill that hole
So you never had real pussy before?
I want performance, not excuses
I texted your mom to let you stay longer
Hit that fucking high pitch note
Your holes want it
You had my food, now you have me
I hear she's dying for two cocks at once