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