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