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