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