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