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