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