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