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