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