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