Liz Ocean - Mood - Simon
Liz Ocean - Mood - Simon
Happy fucking birthday, bitch!
You had my food, now you have me
Words are lost too
I want performance, not excuses
Your holes want it
Apple picking and stepbro dicking
So you never had real pussy before?
Special treatment for special privileges
Husband couldn't fill that hole
Will you still call me after?
I hear she's dying for two cocks at once
I texted your mom to let you stay longer