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