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