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