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