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