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