Gape it to fit a baguette
Gape it to fit a baguette
Husband couldn't fill that hole
You can't and will not escape
I texted your mom to let you stay longer
Let the pussy feel neglected
Let me guess, you want them
Hit that fucking high pitch note
Will you still call me after?
Apple picking and stepbro dicking
I want performance, not excuses
Your holes want it