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