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