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