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