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