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