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