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