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