Nothing Left To Imagine
Nothing Left To Imagine
Husband couldn't fill that hole
I hear she's dying for two cocks at once
You can't and will not escape
Let me guess, you want them
Hit that fucking high pitch note
Let the pussy feel neglected
Special treatment for special privileges
Your holes want it
So you never had real pussy before?
Will you still call me after?
You had my food, now you have me
Apple picking and stepbro dicking
I texted your mom to let you stay longer
I want performance, not excuses