Yes, in front of my salad bar
Yes, in front of my salad bar
I hear she's dying for two cocks at once
Let me guess, you want them
Will you still call me after?
I texted your mom to let you stay longer
Hit that fucking high pitch note
You had my food, now you have me
You can't and will not escape
Apple picking and stepbro dicking
Let the pussy feel neglected
Your holes want it
Husband couldn't fill that hole
I want performance, not excuses