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