I might just devour you, boy
I might just devour you, boy
I want performance, not excuses
You can't and will not escape
You had my food, now you have me
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
So you never had real pussy before?
Your holes want it
Husband couldn't fill that hole
Apple picking and stepbro dicking
Hit that fucking high pitch note
Let the pussy feel neglected
I texted your mom to let you stay longer