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