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