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