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