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