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