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