Control 3
Control 3
I texted your mom to let you stay longer
I want performance, not excuses
You had my food, now you have me
Husband couldn't fill that hole
Let me guess, you want them
Let the pussy feel neglected
Hit that fucking high pitch note
You can't and will not escape
I hear she's dying for two cocks at once
Your holes want it
Apple picking and stepbro dicking
Special treatment for special privileges
So you never had real pussy before?
Will you still call me after?