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