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