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