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