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