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