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