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