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