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