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