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