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