Shae Summers - Top Of The Line
Shae Summers - Top Of The Line
Your holes want it
I want performance, not excuses
Let the pussy feel neglected
I texted your mom to let you stay longer
Apple picking and stepbro dicking
Hit that fucking high pitch note
Will you still call me after?
Husband couldn't fill that hole
Let me guess, you want them
You can't and will not escape