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