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