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