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