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