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