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