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