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