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