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