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