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