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