Count us as fully satisfied
Count us as fully satisfied
Let the pussy feel neglected
Husband couldn't fill that hole
Your holes want it
Hit that fucking high pitch note
I want performance, not excuses
I hear she's dying for two cocks at once
I texted your mom to let you stay longer
You had my food, now you have me
Apple picking and stepbro dicking
You can't and will not escape
Let me guess, you want them
Will you still call me after?