When pleasure is greater than will
When pleasure is greater than will
Your holes want it
You can't and will not escape
Let me guess, you want them
Let the pussy feel neglected
Will you still call me after?
Hit that fucking high pitch note
You had my food, now you have me
I want performance, not excuses
Husband couldn't fill that hole
I texted your mom to let you stay longer
Apple picking and stepbro dicking
I hear she's dying for two cocks at once