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