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