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