The present i want is in your pants, son
The present i want is in your pants, son
Husband couldn't fill that hole
Hit that fucking high pitch note
Let me guess, you want them
I want performance, not excuses
You can't and will not escape
Let the pussy feel neglected
I texted your mom to let you stay longer
I hear she's dying for two cocks at once
Apple picking and stepbro dicking
Will you still call me after?
Your holes want it