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