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