We wouldn't call ourselves a family
We wouldn't call ourselves a family
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
Let the pussy feel neglected
I want performance, not excuses
You can't and will not escape
Will you still call me after?
Apple picking and stepbro dicking
Husband couldn't fill that hole
So you never had real pussy before?
You had my food, now you have me
Your holes want it
Hit that fucking high pitch note