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