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