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