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