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