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