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