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