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