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