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