Help yourself to everything, sir
Help yourself to everything, sir
I hear she's dying for two cocks at once
Husband couldn't fill that hole
Apple picking and stepbro dicking
You can't and will not escape
Let me guess, you want them
Hit that fucking high pitch note
I texted your mom to let you stay longer
Let the pussy feel neglected
Will you still call me after?
I want performance, not excuses
Your holes want it