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