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