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