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