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