Yeah, it handles heavy usage
Yeah, it handles heavy usage
You had my food, now you have me
I texted your mom to let you stay longer
Let me guess, you want them
Your holes want it
I hear she's dying for two cocks at once
Let the pussy feel neglected
You can't and will not escape
I want performance, not excuses
Hit that fucking high pitch note
Apple picking and stepbro dicking
Will you still call me after?
Husband couldn't fill that hole