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