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