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