We need a handle for the scissors
We need a handle for the scissors
Let the pussy feel neglected
I texted your mom to let you stay longer
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
Special treatment for special privileges
I hear she's dying for two cocks at once
Let me guess, you want them
I want performance, not excuses
You can't and will not escape
Will you still call me after?
Hit that fucking high pitch note
Apple picking and stepbro dicking