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