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