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