There must be something else than work
There must be something else than work
I texted your mom to let you stay longer
I hear she's dying for two cocks at once
You can't and will not escape
Husband couldn't fill that hole
I want performance, not excuses
Let the pussy feel neglected
Let me guess, you want them
Apple picking and stepbro dicking
Your holes want it
Will you still call me after?
Hit that fucking high pitch note