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