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