Nothing Left To Imagine
Nothing Left To Imagine
I texted your mom to let you stay longer
Let the pussy feel neglected
I hear she's dying for two cocks at once
Let me guess, you want them
I want performance, not excuses
Apple picking and stepbro dicking
Will you still call me after?
Husband couldn't fill that hole
You can't and will not escape
Hit that fucking high pitch note
Your holes want it