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