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