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