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