I'm gonna be what you want me to be
I'm gonna be what you want me to be
Your holes want it
Let the pussy feel neglected
Hit that fucking high pitch note
I hear she's dying for two cocks at once
I texted your mom to let you stay longer
You can't and will not escape
Let me guess, you want them
You had my food, now you have me
I want performance, not excuses
Apple picking and stepbro dicking
Will you still call me after?
Husband couldn't fill that hole