Dont Be A Stranger, Sadie Summers
Dont Be A Stranger, Sadie Summers
Husband couldn't fill that hole
You had my food, now you have me
Happy fucking birthday, bitch!
So you never had real pussy before?
I texted your mom to let you stay longer
I want performance, not excuses
I hear she's dying for two cocks at once
Special treatment for special privileges
Your holes want it
Apple picking and stepbro dicking
Will you still call me after?
Hit that fucking high pitch note