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