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