Your instruments work for me
Your instruments work for me
Words are lost too
You had my food, now you have me
So you never had real pussy before?
Your holes want it
I want performance, not excuses
Husband couldn't fill that hole
Special treatment for special privileges
I hear she's dying for two cocks at once
Ola, housekeeping!
I texted your mom to let you stay longer
Apple picking and stepbro dicking
Happy fucking birthday, bitch!