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