You are searching for trouble
You are searching for trouble
Let the pussy feel neglected
I want performance, not excuses
You had my food, now you have me
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
So you never had real pussy before?
Hit that fucking high pitch note
Your holes want it
Apple picking and stepbro dicking
You can't and will not escape
Let me guess, you want them
Husband couldn't fill that hole