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