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