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