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