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