It exists to be filled
It exists to be filled
I texted your mom to let you stay longer
Husband couldn't fill that hole
I want performance, not excuses
Your holes want it
So you never had real pussy before?
Happy fucking birthday, bitch!
Will you still call me after?
Special treatment for special privileges
Apple picking and stepbro dicking
I hear she's dying for two cocks at once
You had my food, now you have me
Hit that fucking high pitch note