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