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