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