The road to a three-way starts in two
The road to a three-way starts in two
I texted your mom to let you stay longer
I hear she's dying for two cocks at once
I want performance, not excuses
Hit that fucking high pitch note
Let the pussy feel neglected
Let me guess, you want them
Apple picking and stepbro dicking
Your holes want it
You had my food, now you have me
Husband couldn't fill that hole
Will you still call me after?
You can't and will not escape