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