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