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