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