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