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