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