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