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