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