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