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