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