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