Hazel Moore: Bad Manners
Hazel Moore: Bad Manners
I texted your mom to let you stay longer
I hear she's dying for two cocks at once
Husband couldn't fill that hole
Hit that fucking high pitch note
You had my food, now you have me
I want performance, not excuses
Apple picking and stepbro dicking
So you never had real pussy before?
Special treatment for special privileges
Your holes want it
Will you still call me after?
You can't and will not escape