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