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