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