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