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