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