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