I've had a day and you can make it better
I've had a day and you can make it better
Husband couldn't fill that hole
I texted your mom to let you stay longer
I hear she's dying for two cocks at once
I want performance, not excuses
Your holes want it
Let me guess, you want them
Will you still call me after?
Apple picking and stepbro dicking
Hit that fucking high pitch note
Let the pussy feel neglected
You can't and will not escape
You had my food, now you have me