Shae Summers - Top Of The Line
Shae Summers - Top Of The Line
Husband couldn't fill that hole
I texted your mom to let you stay longer
I hear she's dying for two cocks at once
I want performance, not excuses
Let me guess, you want them
Let the pussy feel neglected
Apple picking and stepbro dicking
Your holes want it
Hit that fucking high pitch note
Will you still call me after?
You had my food, now you have me
You can't and will not escape