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