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