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