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