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