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