Strolling through the countryside
Strolling through the countryside
Your holes want it
I texted your mom to let you stay longer
So you never had real pussy before?
Will you still call me after?
Words are lost too
You had my food, now you have me
Husband couldn't fill that hole
Happy fucking birthday, bitch!
I hear she's dying for two cocks at once
Special treatment for special privileges
I want performance, not excuses
Apple picking and stepbro dicking