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