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