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