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