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