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