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