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