Scoring in another kind of game
Scoring in another kind of game
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
So you never had real pussy before?
You had my food, now you have me
I want performance, not excuses
Will you still call me after?
You can't and will not escape
Apple picking and stepbro dicking
Let me guess, you want them
Your holes want it
Let the pussy feel neglected
Husband couldn't fill that hole