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