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