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