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