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