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