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