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