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