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