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