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