Third Space Part 2, Kendra Sunderland
Third Space Part 2, Kendra Sunderland
You had my food, now you have me
I texted your mom to let you stay longer
Your holes want it
Let me guess, you want them
Special treatment for special privileges
So you never had real pussy before?
Hit that fucking high pitch note
I want performance, not excuses
Husband couldn't fill that hole
Apple picking and stepbro dicking
Will you still call me after?
Let the pussy feel neglected
I hear she's dying for two cocks at once
You can't and will not escape