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