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