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