What Is Yours Is Mine?, Renee Rose
What Is Yours Is Mine?, Renee Rose
You can't and will not escape
Husband couldn't fill that hole
Let the pussy feel neglected
Your holes want it
I texted your mom to let you stay longer
Will you still call me after?
Hit that fucking high pitch note
Let me guess, you want them
I want performance, not excuses
Apple picking and stepbro dicking