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