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