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