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