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