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