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