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