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