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