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