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