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