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