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