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