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