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