Hot Mommy, Sadie Summers
Hot Mommy, Sadie Summers
Let me guess, you want them
You can't and will not escape
I texted your mom to let you stay longer
I want performance, not excuses
Let the pussy feel neglected
Husband couldn't fill that hole
Apple picking and stepbro dicking
Will you still call me after?
Hit that fucking high pitch note
Your holes want it