It became a screaming contest
It became a screaming contest
Hit that fucking high pitch note
I texted your mom to let you stay longer
I want performance, not excuses
Your holes want it
You had my food, now you have me
Let the pussy feel neglected
Apple picking and stepbro dicking
Husband couldn't fill that hole
I hear she's dying for two cocks at once
You can't and will not escape
Will you still call me after?
Let me guess, you want them