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