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