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