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