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