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