Audition Ann Joy 2
Audition Ann Joy 2
I texted your mom to let you stay longer
I want performance, not excuses
You had my food, now you have me
You can't and will not escape
Husband couldn't fill that hole
Hit that fucking high pitch note
Let the pussy feel neglected
Apple picking and stepbro dicking
Special treatment for special privileges
Will you still call me after?
I hear she's dying for two cocks at once
Let me guess, you want them
So you never had real pussy before?
Your holes want it