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