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