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