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