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