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