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