Sun glancing at the shapes dancing
Sun glancing at the shapes dancing
I hear she's dying for two cocks at once
Let me guess, you want them
I want performance, not excuses
Your holes want it
Let the pussy feel neglected
Will you still call me after?
Hit that fucking high pitch note
Special treatment for special privileges
I texted your mom to let you stay longer
You can't and will not escape
So you never had real pussy before?
Apple picking and stepbro dicking
Husband couldn't fill that hole
You had my food, now you have me