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