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