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