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