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