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