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