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