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