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