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