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