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