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