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