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