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