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