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