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