Memory jogging
Memory jogging
Husband couldn't fill that hole
Your holes want it
You had my food, now you have me
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
Let the pussy feel neglected
You can't and will not escape
I want performance, not excuses
Special treatment for special privileges
Let me guess, you want them
Hit that fucking high pitch note
Apple picking and stepbro dicking
Will you still call me after?