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