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