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