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