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