Your instruments work for me
Your instruments work for me
I texted your mom to let you stay longer
I hear she's dying for two cocks at once
You had my food, now you have me
Special treatment for special privileges
Apple picking and stepbro dicking
Your holes want it
Happy fucking birthday, bitch!
So you never had real pussy before?
Ola, housekeeping!
Husband couldn't fill that hole
Words are lost too
I want performance, not excuses