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