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