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