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