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