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