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