We won't make it to the club
We won't make it to the club
Let the pussy feel neglected
I hear she's dying for two cocks at once
Let me guess, you want them
Your holes want it
Hit that fucking high pitch note
Will you still call me after?
Apple picking and stepbro dicking
You can't and will not escape
You had my food, now you have me
Husband couldn't fill that hole
I want performance, not excuses
I texted your mom to let you stay longer