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