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