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