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