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