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