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