Pop Shots 3
Pop Shots 3
I texted your mom to let you stay longer
Your holes want it
Let me guess, you want them
I hear she's dying for two cocks at once
Hit that fucking high pitch note
Apple picking and stepbro dicking
Let the pussy feel neglected
You can't and will not escape
Husband couldn't fill that hole
Will you still call me after?
I want performance, not excuses