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