Peter North's POV 8
Peter North's POV 8
You can't and will not escape
Will you still call me after?
Husband couldn't fill that hole
You had my food, now you have me
I texted your mom to let you stay longer
Apple picking and stepbro dicking
Let the pussy feel neglected
So you never had real pussy before?
Special treatment for special privileges
I hear she's dying for two cocks at once
Hit that fucking high pitch note
I want performance, not excuses
Your holes want it
Let me guess, you want them