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