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