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