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