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