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