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