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