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