Keep The Boots On, Tabatha Lust
Keep The Boots On, Tabatha Lust
Let me guess, you want them
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
I want performance, not excuses
Will you still call me after?
I texted your mom to let you stay longer