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