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