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