Jane Wilde & Spencer Bradley
Jane Wilde & Spencer Bradley
Will you still call me after?
I texted your mom to let you stay longer
I hear she's dying for two cocks at once
Your holes want it
I want performance, not excuses
You had my food, now you have me
Happy fucking birthday, bitch!
Apple picking and stepbro dicking
So you never had real pussy before?
Husband couldn't fill that hole
Words are lost too
Special treatment for special privileges