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