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