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