Maybe we were plotting this
Maybe we were plotting this
Special treatment for special privileges
You had my food, now you have me
Husband couldn't fill that hole
I texted your mom to let you stay longer
Your holes want it
So you never had real pussy before?
Happy fucking birthday, bitch!
Will you still call me after?
Apple picking and stepbro dicking
Hit that fucking high pitch note
I hear she's dying for two cocks at once
I want performance, not excuses