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