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