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