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