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