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