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