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