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