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