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