Maybe we were plotting this
Maybe we were plotting this
Wet for love not for riches
I feel what's up, baby
Such luck, a fuck butterfly
Your dick says yes, stepbro
Do me a favor, will ya?
Hunger with lust
Straight up, no fucking about
Rub me through sweat and moans
It will be hard to walk after this
Fuck me, i'm burning
Everyone is invited