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