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