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