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