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