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