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