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