Tempting like a poetry rhyme
Tempting like a poetry rhyme
Hit that fucking high pitch note
I want performance, not excuses
Husband couldn't fill that hole
You had my food, now you have me
Your holes want it
Special treatment for special privileges
Apple picking and stepbro dicking
Will you still call me after?
So you never had real pussy before?
I texted your mom to let you stay longer
I hear she's dying for two cocks at once
Happy fucking birthday, bitch!