We've talked enough
We've talked enough
I want performance, not excuses
You can't and will not escape
Let the pussy feel neglected
You had my food, now you have me
Will you still call me after?
Let me guess, you want them
Hit that fucking high pitch note
Apple picking and stepbro dicking
I hear she's dying for two cocks at once
Your holes want it
Husband couldn't fill that hole
I texted your mom to let you stay longer