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