Don't pretend you don't like it
Don't pretend you don't like it
You can't and will not escape
Will you still call me after?
Let me guess, you want them
Apple picking and stepbro dicking
You had my food, now you have me
Hit that fucking high pitch note
Let the pussy feel neglected
I texted your mom to let you stay longer
Your holes want it
I hear she's dying for two cocks at once
I want performance, not excuses
Husband couldn't fill that hole