We cross the line and move forward, son
We cross the line and move forward, son
Your holes want it
You can't and will not escape
Hit that fucking high pitch note
You had my food, now you have me
Let the pussy feel neglected
I want performance, not excuses
Will you still call me after?
I hear she's dying for two cocks at once
Let me guess, you want them
Husband couldn't fill that hole
I texted your mom to let you stay longer
Apple picking and stepbro dicking