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