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