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