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