How Dirty Are You
How Dirty Are You
Will you still call me after?
Husband couldn't fill that hole
Hit that fucking high pitch note
Your holes want it
You had my food, now you have me
Let me guess, you want them
Let the pussy feel neglected
I want performance, not excuses
I texted your mom to let you stay longer
Apple picking and stepbro dicking
I hear she's dying for two cocks at once
You can't and will not escape