Fabrics of fantasy in the skin of reality
Fabrics of fantasy in the skin of reality
Will you still call me after?
Apple picking and stepbro dicking
You had my food, now you have me
Husband couldn't fill that hole
I hear she's dying for two cocks at once
I want performance, not excuses
Special treatment for special privileges
Happy fucking birthday, bitch!
I texted your mom to let you stay longer
So you never had real pussy before?
Your holes want it
Words are lost too