I'm not complaining, rough me up
I'm not complaining, rough me up
Apple picking and stepbro dicking
I hear she's dying for two cocks at once
I want performance, not excuses
You can't and will not escape
I texted your mom to let you stay longer
Hit that fucking high pitch note
Let me guess, you want them
Let the pussy feel neglected
Husband couldn't fill that hole
Will you still call me after?
Your holes want it