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