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