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