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