Without practice, you wouldn't learn
Without practice, you wouldn't learn
Apple picking and stepbro dicking
You can't and will not escape
Will you still call me after?
Hit that fucking high pitch note
I texted your mom to let you stay longer
I hear she's dying for two cocks at once
You had my food, now you have me
Let the pussy feel neglected
I want performance, not excuses
Your holes want it
Husband couldn't fill that hole
Let me guess, you want them