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