Looks like you've been working out, son
Looks like you've been working out, son
Will you still call me after?
Hit that fucking high pitch note
Your holes want it
Apple picking and stepbro dicking
Let the pussy feel neglected
I texted your mom to let you stay longer
Husband couldn't fill that hole
I want performance, not excuses
Let me guess, you want them
I hear she's dying for two cocks at once
You can't and will not escape