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