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