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