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