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