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