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