Without practice, you wouldn't learn
Without practice, you wouldn't learn
I hear she's dying for two cocks at once
Hit that fucking high pitch note
Husband couldn't fill that hole
Let me guess, you want them
You had my food, now you have me
Apple picking and stepbro dicking
Let the pussy feel neglected
Your holes want it
I want performance, not excuses
I texted your mom to let you stay longer
You can't and will not escape
Will you still call me after?