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