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