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