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