She's not made for dialogue
She's not made for dialogue
Let the pussy feel neglected
I texted your mom to let you stay longer
You can't and will not escape
I hear she's dying for two cocks at once
Apple picking and stepbro dicking
Your holes want it
Husband couldn't fill that hole
Will you still call me after?
Let me guess, you want them
I want performance, not excuses
Hit that fucking high pitch note