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