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