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