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