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