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