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