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