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