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