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