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