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