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