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