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