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