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