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