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