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