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