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