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