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