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