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