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