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