Control is on the lips kept busy
Control is on the lips kept busy
Your holes want it
Let the pussy feel neglected
I hear she's dying for two cocks at once
Apple picking and stepbro dicking
Hit that fucking high pitch note
I want performance, not excuses
I texted your mom to let you stay longer
You can't and will not escape
Let me guess, you want them
Will you still call me after?
Husband couldn't fill that hole