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