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