Your instruments work for me
Your instruments work for me
So you never had real pussy before?
Will you still call me after?
I hear she's dying for two cocks at once
Hit that fucking high pitch note
Husband couldn't fill that hole
You had my food, now you have me
Your holes want it
I want performance, not excuses
I texted your mom to let you stay longer
Happy fucking birthday, bitch!
Special treatment for special privileges
Apple picking and stepbro dicking