What Is Yours Is Mine?, Renee Rose
What Is Yours Is Mine?, Renee Rose
Your holes want it
I want performance, not excuses
Hit that fucking high pitch note
I hear she's dying for two cocks at once
Special treatment for special privileges
Apple picking and stepbro dicking
I texted your mom to let you stay longer
So you never had real pussy before?
Happy fucking birthday, bitch!
Husband couldn't fill that hole
Will you still call me after?
You had my food, now you have me