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