Carol Miller
Carol Miller
Your holes want it
I want performance, not excuses
Special treatment for special privileges
Husband couldn't fill that hole
So you never had real pussy before?
Will you still call me after?
I texted your mom to let you stay longer
You had my food, now you have me
Happy fucking birthday, bitch!
Apple picking and stepbro dicking
Hit that fucking high pitch note
I hear she's dying for two cocks at once