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