Hop up, we're going for a ride
Hop up, we're going for a ride
Let the pussy feel neglected
You can't and will not escape
Will you still call me after?
Let me guess, you want them
Your holes want it
Apple picking and stepbro dicking
I hear she's dying for two cocks at once
Husband couldn't fill that hole
I want performance, not excuses
Hit that fucking high pitch note
I texted your mom to let you stay longer