Feels like it's mean to be
Feels like it's mean to be
Husband couldn't fill that hole
I texted your mom to let you stay longer
Let me guess, you want them
Let the pussy feel neglected
You had my food, now you have me
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
Your holes want it
Apple picking and stepbro dicking
I want performance, not excuses
You can't and will not escape
So you never had real pussy before?