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