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