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