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