Liz Ocean - Mood - Simon
Liz Ocean - Mood - Simon
Words are lost too
Your holes want it
A mouth worth of dicks
I hear she's dying for two cocks at once
Husband couldn't fill that hole
Special treatment for special privileges
Apple picking and stepbro dicking
Ola, housekeeping!
You had my food, now you have me
Come in the goth side
So you never had real pussy before?
Happy fucking birthday, bitch!