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