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