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