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