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