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