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