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