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