Latex is merely a warmup
Latex is merely a warmup
I texted your mom to let you stay longer
I want performance, not excuses
Hit that fucking high pitch note
Husband couldn't fill that hole
You can't and will not escape
Let me guess, you want them
Your holes want it
Let the pussy feel neglected
Will you still call me after?
I hear she's dying for two cocks at once
Apple picking and stepbro dicking