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