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