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