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