No will of my own, mistress
No will of my own, mistress
You had my food, now you have me
Your holes want it
Apple picking and stepbro dicking
You can't and will not escape
I want performance, not excuses
So you never had real pussy before?
Husband couldn't fill that hole
Will you still call me after?
I hear she's dying for two cocks at once
Hit that fucking high pitch note
I texted your mom to let you stay longer
Let the pussy feel neglected
Let me guess, you want them