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