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