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