The Broken Car
The Broken Car
Let me guess, you want them
I texted your mom to let you stay longer
I hear she's dying for two cocks at once
Hit that fucking high pitch note
Will you still call me after?
So you never had real pussy before?
Your holes want it
Husband couldn't fill that hole
You had my food, now you have me
Let the pussy feel neglected
Special treatment for special privileges
I want performance, not excuses
Apple picking and stepbro dicking
You can't and will not escape