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