We cross the line and move forward, son
We cross the line and move forward, son
Happy fucking birthday, bitch!
You had my food, now you have me
Apple picking and stepbro dicking
Your holes want it
So you never had real pussy before?
Ola, housekeeping!
I hear she's dying for two cocks at once
Special treatment for special privileges
Words are lost too
Come in the goth side
A mouth worth of dicks
You make me feel sexy again