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