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