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