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
So you never had real pussy before?
You had my food, now you have me
Husband couldn't fill that hole
Apple picking and stepbro dicking
Your holes want it
Hit that fucking high pitch note
Special treatment for special privileges
Let me guess, you want them
I hear she's dying for two cocks at once
Let the pussy feel neglected
You can't and will not escape