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