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