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