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