Dont Be A Stranger, Sadie Summers
Dont Be A Stranger, Sadie Summers
I want performance, not excuses
Apple picking and stepbro dicking
Will you still call me after?
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
You can't and will not escape
Your holes want it
So you never had real pussy before?
You had my food, now you have me
Husband couldn't fill that hole
Let me guess, you want them
Special treatment for special privileges
Let the pussy feel neglected