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