Whip it out, no point in hiding bro
Whip it out, no point in hiding bro
I hear she's dying for two cocks at once
Your holes want it
You had my food, now you have me
Hit that fucking high pitch note
Husband couldn't fill that hole
Let me guess, you want them
I texted your mom to let you stay longer
Let the pussy feel neglected
Will you still call me after?
I want performance, not excuses
Apple picking and stepbro dicking
You can't and will not escape