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