Wrong Room 02: Ember Snow, Kenna James
Wrong Room 02: Ember Snow, Kenna James
You had my food, now you have me
So you never had real pussy before?
Apple picking and stepbro dicking
Husband couldn't fill that hole
Let me guess, you want them
Will you still call me after?
Special treatment for special privileges
I texted your mom to let you stay longer
I want performance, not excuses
Let the pussy feel neglected
I hear she's dying for two cocks at once
Your holes want it
Hit that fucking high pitch note
You can't and will not escape