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