Resting is not for the wicked
Resting is not for the wicked
I want performance, not excuses
You had my food, now you have me
You can't and will not escape
Husband couldn't fill that hole
I texted your mom to let you stay longer
Let the pussy feel neglected
Apple picking and stepbro dicking
I hear she's dying for two cocks at once
Let me guess, you want them
Hit that fucking high pitch note
Your holes want it
Will you still call me after?
So you never had real pussy before?