Blackened With Jolee Love
Blackened With Jolee Love
Your holes want it
I want performance, not excuses
Hit that fucking high pitch note
I texted your mom to let you stay longer
You can't and will not escape
I hear she's dying for two cocks at once
Husband couldn't fill that hole
Apple picking and stepbro dicking
Let me guess, you want them
Let the pussy feel neglected
Will you still call me after?