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