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