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