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