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