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