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