It exists to be filled
It exists to be filled
You had my food, now you have me
I want performance, not excuses
Words are lost too
I texted your mom to let you stay longer
I hear she's dying for two cocks at once
Will you still call me after?
Happy fucking birthday, bitch!
Your holes want it
Husband couldn't fill that hole
Special treatment for special privileges
So you never had real pussy before?
Apple picking and stepbro dicking