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