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