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