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