Your instruments work for me
Your instruments work for me
Husband couldn't fill that hole
I want performance, not excuses
I texted your mom to let you stay longer
You had my food, now you have me
Special treatment for special privileges
So you never had real pussy before?
Apple picking and stepbro dicking
Your holes want it
Words are lost too
I hear she's dying for two cocks at once
Happy fucking birthday, bitch!
Will you still call me after?