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