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