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