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