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