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