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