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