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