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