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