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